I prefer
My comfortable old armchair;
And the tick tock
Of my clock
With it’s traditional chime;
And poetry that rhymes.
To a world where
My old armchair
Is replaced
By minimalist furniture;
Clocks have a digital face
(And do not chime);
And I am told, that rhyme
Is out with the present time.
I am still a big fan of rhyme, Kevin. A great poem.
Thank you, Robbie. I also am a big fan of rhyme. Its strange that we are sometimes told that rhyme is out of fashion (so far as poetry is concerned), whilst, at the same time rhyme is everywhere in pop music.